Michael stood there, unsure what to do, until Candy pointed to the door at the far end of the room and told him that he could change into something a little more comfortable if he so chose. She took hold of the metal hose and crawled across the bed as he once again strained to get away -- "Good, work up an appetite," she said -- and fed the tube into his open mouth. Michelle felt sick, like she never wanted to eat again, and as if to prove there was no god, Candy informed him that he was almost a third finished! Michelle heard the door open and saw Candy walk back, blushing and looking extremely embarrassed and upset.
Had they expected me to stop? I climbed into bed and started to fantasize, masturbating sporadically at the thought of actually going through with it. Expect to pay about £30-£50 for full sex.' Now I have a plan, and my heart pounds at the thought of going through with it. No thanks, I'm just off, now..." I put the car in gear and drive off. I stop and she approaches. "I'm sorry," I manage, my heart thumping. Naughteh boy... "Sorry..." "Just tell meh if I'm talking too much..." She pulls up a swivel chair. You're a dirteh boy. The smell? I hurry to the bathroom and get out of the slut gear, cleaning myself up with a towel. He's clean,"